I know I'm rare, You stop & stare.

Finished with classes, off work for a day, & finally able to blog. Here I am with my pumpkin flavored coffee & coffee creamer. My obsession is getting a little ridiculous. I had to stock up on pumpkin things since they're are only seasonal. I've been thinking about how I have abandoned you all; not sure how you function properly without my blog:) Believe you me (what does that even mean?), there is so much I've wanted to share. However, I've been a little Van Gough, Picasso, DaVinci, if I may, these past few weeks! Ha. Getting ready for Christmas time & presents! It seems as if I am still in the 3rd grade homemaking gifts. Hah. One problem is that I paint a canvas, then I grow to it, and don't want to give them up! In addition, I've been a working machine with all the beautiful babies & tots! OMG, I love them so much. Someone left a newborn, barely a wk old, in a bag on the street. Thank the Lord up above, someone found it, & took it to the hospital. It just so happened to be on our unit!! Yayay! A horrible situation, but a beautiful baby boy, who a week later, is already in loving, adoring hands of a foster family. It's shocking how many patients we have with broken homes, or not even having a home. There's no doubt that they get enough love on our unit. All the nurses, doctors, assistants I work with are AMAZING.

MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 14dys!!! Yipppee dooo dahhh day!

Grades should be released today. Hmm. I'm no shining star this time- B's & a C that I "earned". My classes weren't even really hard, but there was ZERO effective communication throughout the whole semester. My old people class, whom the Geriatric, herself, teaches was beyond ridic. I read all the chapters, PowerPoint's, & kind of went to class. You're thinking- there's your problem. No sir. She scurries along like a little mouse with a low voice. She makes no sense, & probably could be diagnosed with dementia. Aw, JK. These teachers are stuck in 1989. They probably still use an ENIAC, nah, that was invented in 1946. They at least use a:

Hahhahahahha. Well the last class I missed, they put on gloves & glasses with yellow lenses to see what it's like to be an elder. Really? I pay my own $tuition$ for that? Peace out. See ya old lady! (Sorry for being insensitive to the elder population, it's just her that I don't like). I went to the next class in which we watched "A Trip to Bountiful", a movie we could all go on living a wonderful life without ever seeing. 25Q's on our final came from those 2 classes. Ug. In the middle of the movie, she puts out 50 study guides for the final. I sit in the middle & never saw her lay them down. I checked when I walked in for notes, but there weren't any. She doesn't post them on the net like every other professor. I asked her about them at the end of the class. She informs me that only 50ppl come to class every Mon., so that's all she brought. Also, she would not be posting it on the net. I send her a respectful email letting her know in no way is it fair to only pass out 50 guides when an easy 80 people were at class, and then not post it? No ma'am. She replies find one & make a copy. Puhhhhhhh.

As a child, my sister Ry, taught me the necessities...how to tie my shoes, ride a bike, braid hair (hahahha, braid!). Before you read this story, keep in mind that I was premature, in which I like to blame for all my ill-logicalness (not a word, I know) & slow to catch on jokes. Hey, it can impair your cognitive ability. I was a good 9yrs old when I learned how to ride a 2wheel bike. I didn't even have stinking training wheels- it was straight up red tricycle. Spring break 1994ish, my older sister is babysitting Ry & I. By that I mean, letting us do anything we want. Until age 12, we were only allowed to ride our bikes in the yard...OH HOW FUN, Dad! The little devils we were, we're cruising up & down Snow Dr. Alriggggggggght! Then............see a blinker, a car, oh a car we recognize, oh no, it 's Dad & my 2 uncles arriving WAY early from work. We have done it now! I'm in the middle of road pedaling my chipped red tricycle like a son of a gun! Ry's on some Huffy 12 or something, haha. "Girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go to your room. CLEAN IT! I'll be in there in five." One huge hand print later on the bum, I am crying my eyes out. "Stop crying. I'll do it again." Hahhaha. Dang, Dad. You weren't in the military, eh? That was the only time we really couldn't sit down after a spanking. He used to threaten it, & I tell you what, OUCH!

'Tis the season...for nosebleeds. This stupid hot/cold/humid/dry weather has me all out of wack. Nosebleed here, nosebleed there, nosebleed everywhere! Man o man. Hope no one thinks I have a recreational drug problem. Hah. Yes, I would be worried about that. My recycling habit has become a little obsessive. It consumes my life. I've got to stop. "My name is Megan, & I'm addicted to recycling."

I hit a car last Friday. No biggie. Around 612a, I defrosting my car for work. After it all clears up, I reverse. Pladunk (that's the sound of me hitting a truck). The little punk made his own parking space. I'm not sure if I couldn't see it b/c it was navy or if I just wasn't paying attention. Ha. He already had a dent, I think, so I drove away. Now my car...another 'ole bumper mark! Dang it!

Last story, promise....This past summer I was at a coffee shop doing a little studying, just enjoying my scone & amaretto expresso something. I walk out, hop in the car. As a buckle, I see a note on my windshield. That's really the most embarrassing part. I hate having to get things off the windshield after I've already hopped in. It's a little note explaining that someone side swiped my car!!! Embarrassing moment #2- having to look at my car in front of everyone. Well, you sure did, missy. Really, I think the only reason she even left a note is b/c she saw my lab coat for nursing school, which resembles the med students, & she herself was a med student. Leaves a number for me to call. 4 anxiety attacks later, I muster up the courage to call her. 'Hey, this is Megan. I think you hit my car?!" hahha. She doesn't want to claim it on her insurance; she'll just pay out of pocket. I have it appraised. With $798 worth of damage, I'm too embarrassed to ask someone for that kind of mulah, so I never called back. Six months later, I'm thinking that was a dumb decision. It's my car with red scratches. My freaking car is white!!! Just pray Little Honda makes it another yr or so! I'll still get out of her with my head held high with scratches, dents, scrapes from buggies. hhahahah.

Okay, I'm done! Be back soon!